Gwen had a major crush on you. During class her eyes would wander to admire you from afar. She was way too nervous to even speak to you even if she did like you a whole lot.

She planed not making a move out of fear you’d reject her. That was until you went and asked her out for dinner.

Now here the two of you were, sitting in awkward silence. It took Gwen a few minutes before she said something “so . . you look pretty” she smiled nervously, while playing with her hair.